The New Latin Tutor, Or, Exercises in Etymology, Syntax and Prosody

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Side 33 Alexander ordered the tomb of Cyrus to be opened; he believed (plupf.) [it] to be
filled with gold and silver. Love commanded me to write. ' Authors say that, Helen
was the cause of the Trojan war.. I believe the king loves peace. I have heard ...

Side 345 - When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm unseen conveyed me safe, And led me up to man. 4 When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou With health renewed my face; And, when in sins and sorrows sunk, Revived my soul with grace.

Side 348 - What, though in solemn silence all Move round the dark terrestrial ball ; What, though no real voice nor sound Amidst their radiant orbs be found ; In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever singing, as they shine, ' The hand that made us is Divine.

Side 346 - LITTLE inmate, full of mirth, Chirping on my kitchen hearth, Wheresoe'er be thine abode Always harbinger of good, Pay me for thy warm retreat With a song more soft and sweet; In return thou shalt receive Such a strain as I can give.

Side 347 - Inoffensive, welcome guest ! While the rat is on the scout, And the mouse with curious snout, With what vermin else infest Every dish, and spoil the best ; Frisking thus before the fire, Thou hast all thine heart's desire.

Side 311 - Ellipsis is the omission of some word or words in a sentence. Many of the lines in the following exercises will require an alteration in the arrangement of the words, as well as the introduction of the figure ellipsis, before they can be formed into verses. 1. O Britain, fairest abode of liberty, let this happier lot be thine, To escape both the fate of Rome and the guilt of Rome. Sum tibi, o sedes pulcherrimus libertas, melior sors, nescio et fatum (ena.ll.) Roma et crimen (enall.) Roma.

Side 346 - Through every period of my life, Thy goodness I'll pursue; And after death, in distant worlds, The glorious theme renew. 6 Through all eternity, to thee A joyful song I'll raise : But O, eternity's too short To utter all thy praise ! 127 PSALM Ixxiii.